Steve and Tony want to adopt.Steve and Tony want to adopt.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Steve and Tony walk hand in hand into the orphanage. They were greeted by a kind middle age lady with brunette hair. "Hi you must be Mr. and Mr. Stark-Rogers. Come in come in" she says as he opens the door wider to let her guests in. The place was pretty worn down, scratches on the floor, marks on the wall and some of the ceiling is peeling. Kids were running all around the house. The lady puts his arm out of from of them. "Hi. Please call me Ms. Stanley" she says with a smile. "Hi I'm Steve and this is my husband Tony" Steve says while he shakes her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you" Tony says as he then shakes her hand. "Well let's go into my office and talk about the type of kid you want to adopt" Ms. Stanley grins as she leads the couple more into the house.
A few hours later they narrowed the choices to three little children. A five year old blonde hair girl name Cassandra, a little 6 year old brunette boy name Peter and another boy who is 7 years old name Jack. "Well do you want
6- DarkJim stood from the bed, looking around in the darkness and down at Sebastian, who was laying sprawled out on the side of Jim's bed. He was asleep, blonde fauxhawk mussed and normally stoic blue eyes closed. Jim actually felt himself actually smile, in the dark, where no one could see him.6- Dark3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He picked some clothes quietly out of his dresser, a simple pair of black shorts and and a cut top soft black shirt he had owned for god knows how long.
He wandered into the bathroom, vaguely hearing Sebastian wake as he left the room, his partner sitting up in the bed. He closed the door to the bathroom behind him, flicking on the lights in the small, white-tiled room on and setting his clothing on the sink edge. He turned on the shower, on cold (he'd never liked hot showers) and stepped in, scrubbing his skin. The shower was nice and cool, and he closed his eyes and sighed, finishing washing his hair and stepping out, listening carefully to see if Sebastian would leave. So many before him had, and h
A Dungeon Master's Nightmare "Yeah, I'll play a rabbit."A Dungeon Master's Nightmare2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Trevor blinked. "Come again?"
"A rabbit," Jim repeated.
"A rabbit?" Trevor asked.
"Yeah," Jim said.
Trevor and the others stared for a long moment, then Trevor asked, "Why?"
"Well, you said we could use anything in the monster manual, right? Rabbits are in there. They're in the back with all the other normal animals."
"Well, yes," Trevor said, a little perplexed, "You certainly can play a rabbit. It's just. . . Well, Nick's playing a celestial unicorn, and Marilyn's gonna' be a nymph, and. . . don't you think you'll be a be a little weak by comparison to the rest of the party? You gonna' be able to keep up?"
"Well, you said you'd give everybody the right number of levels to scale us up to be equal with the most powerful creature, right?" Jim asked.
"Sure," Trevor said, "but you're still going to be a high level rabbit. Even if you're a sorcerer, you won't be able to carry much or use many items, and
A Friday in the life of PatD.A Friday in the life of PatD.6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once upon a time, Spencer Smith was wearing a speedo. He did not like his extremely tight and pink speedo because it might prevent him from having future children with Jon Walker and everyone knows that pink is the color of evil unless you can manage to ward off that evil, but thats a completely different story.
This is why we dont accept gifts from obsessed fangirls! Spencer shouted at Brendon Urie, the man responsible for his current misfortune. Brendon was scarily and impossibly close to tears and giving Spencer the biggest puppy eyes he has ever seen, well, ever. Thats when our favorite lyrist/guitarist Ryan Ross decided to walk into the room wearing a dress that looked suspiciously like Snow Whites.
Hey guys! Look what I stole from Snow Whi-- He cut himself off when he saw Spencer angrily hovering over the unbelievably sad Brendon.
SPENCER JAMES SMITH. What the hell are you doing to my little Bren-Bren?! Ryan flailed like
What an Irishman is...The utterly impractical, never predictable,What an Irishman is...8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sometimes irascible, quite inexplicable, Irish.
Strange blend of shyness,
pride and conceit,
And stubborn refusal to bow in defeat.
He's spoiling and ready to argue and fight,
Yet the smile of a child
fills his soul with delight.
His eyes are the quickest to well up with tears,
Yet his strength is the strongest
to banish your fears.
His hate is as fierce as his devotion is grand,
And there is no middle ground
on which he will stand.
He's wild and he's gentle,
he's good and he's bad.
He's proud and he's humble,
he's happy and sad.
He's in love with the ocean,
the earth and the skies,
He's a lover of beauty wherever it lies.
He's victor and victim, a star and a churl,
But mostly he's Irish—
in love with his girl.
After the FallIt was so very cold, the colonel had been standing around so long that frost had started to form on his moustache plus he could barely feel his toes as for his fingers he was currently blowing on them in a vain effort to keep frostbite at bay.After the Fall3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Bloody hell" he thought to himself "Moriarty better get a move on or I'll be the one that's dead not him"
He stomped his feet a few times before retreating slightly into the mouth of the cave that was partly behind him.
The world was so still and silent, despite the search parties clambering over the mountain side, all looking in vain for Sherlock Holmes.
He snarled at the thought that no one would be searching for his professor, a lump formed in his throat and he started to feel dizzy at the very idea that something may have gone horribly wrong.
What if that damned fool Moriarty had decided that he should face Holmes alone, that pride and over confidence had forced Professor Moriarty into making a fatal mistake.
Moran strode to th
Adventure Time Quotes"We wear our ninja on our sleeves"Adventure Time Quotes4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Lump Off Mom!"
"Gunther who told you, you could fly?"
"Will call em slappy d's"
"I'll see you in the Nightosphere you sick freak"
"Oh yeah I'm having a fun time"
"I'm going to rescue the babies from the fire, Only... the...babies"
"Tree trunks, get those hot buns in here girl"
"Don't squeeze me, I'll fart"
"Powers like, theeeese!"
"We should beat him up, until he starts making since"
"Dangit, Leonard if we don't talk at the same time nobody can understand us"
"No worms on the bed!"
"and I've seen some stuff that would really make you say like what, "like what?"
"Oh, these aren't just ordinary nuts"
"You should have stuck to your dieeeeeeeeeeeeet"
" I should not have drink that much tea"
"and BOOM!, we catch him with princess on his hands"
"we thought humans were extinct"
The Night Before Christmas-Rapture Style'Twas the night before Christmas,The Night Before Christmas-Rapture Style3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And all through Rapture,
Not a creature was stirrin',
Not even a Sploicer.
The audio diaries were left,
On the table without care,
In hopes that Jack,
Soon would be there.
The Sisters were nestled,
All warm in their beds,
while visions of Angels,
Swam through their heads.
And me with my bark,
And Ryan with his bite,
had just settled down,
For a long winter's fight.
When out in the city,
there arose such a clatter.
I sprang from my desk,
to see what was the matter.
Away to the windows,
I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters,
threw open the sash!
The reflection of the Sea,
And the murky fog,
made it difficult to see,
Like I'd had Moira's Spiked Egg Nog.
But I see the shinning lights,
Of a lowering Bathysphere,
surrounding it was,
eight sploiced engineers.
A man was inside it,
with no things, no pack!
I knew then and there,
It had to be Jack!
More rapid then plasmids,
the sploicers, they came.
So I sent my men off,
to call the sploicers by name.
Hospitals-Stony.Hospitals-Stony.1 year ago in Romance More Like This
"MOVE YOUR ARSE OUT THE WAY."
Everybody hearing the scream jumped to the plea. As a blond haired thirty year old was running with a small thirty five year old in his arms. Carrying the man bridal style in a hospital. Running to find a certain ward.
When the guy reached it, the man he was holding, had been taken away and attempted to be saved. Slowly his heart rate calmed as he slide himself down the wall and ended up crying silently with his knees up against he.
Hours passed when finally a nurse appeared. Immeditly the man who had been crying awoke himself and made sure to hold himself through dowt as the nurse came over and said "Mr Rodges. Mr stark is stable now but he will be unconscious for the next 24 hours as he has lost a lot of blood. But you can see him those, he's over there room 26."
Immeditly the man got to his feet and ran to the room. Not caring about the nurse. He just wanted to see his closest friend. He didn't care as he entered the room over there. The room was
Llamas With Hats: A PoemThere, through the doorLlamas With Hats: A Poem4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There's a man on the floor
And what's more Carl is there
There's a dead human, I say
What has made him this way?
So I command that Carl explain
I've never seen him, says he
Until you showed him to me
I've seen him never before in my life
I ask Carl why he'd kill him
My tone of voice is quite grim
But murder is Carl's least favorite thing
I demand again he explain
And with his expression unchanged
Carl denies all my claims, he'd been busy
He'd been in his room reading The Great Gatsby
And this man barged inside without asking
I am shocked when Carl finally says
"And I, uh I stabbed him 37 times in the chest."
Caaaaaaaarl, I cry
Why'd you make this man die?
But then I notice something is gone
Carl, I venture, his hands
What's that, he says, come again?
His hands, Carl, why are they missing?
He looks from me to the ground
Out of recognition does he make a sound
Eyes on me, he smiles and says
"Well I, uh, I sort of cooked them up. And ate
10 reasons why Zuko is cooler than Draco Malfoy1.Zuko is not afraid to fight.Draco runs away every time he sees danger in front of him.10 reasons why Zuko is cooler than Draco Malfoy2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
2.Zuko became a capable firebender because his uncle taught him well.Draco got all the good marks at Hogwarts because he was Snape's favourite.
3.Zuko's girlfriend,Mai,is definitely cooler than Pancy Parkinson.
4.Zuko is capable of redemtion.Draco is not(those who think he is are really mad ficwriters).
5.Zuko treats his friends as equals.Draco thinks of his friends as of his servants.
6.Zuko can fight without bending(by using swords).Draco can only run away if he doesn't have a wand.
7.Zuko's dad is the №1 baddie in the story.Draco's dad is just the same cowardly nobleman as his son.
8.In the beginning,Zuko is an uncertain person with a struggle in his soul,while Draco is just a proud,cowardly and bratty(in a lack of a better word) aristocrat.In the end,Zuko is an ex-villain,who found peace after becoming good,while Draco is still a proud,cowardly and bratty aristocrat.
9.Zuko foollows his h
Late Night Texts 7S: Bad pick up line war. Three two one GO!Late Night Texts 73 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
G: If I said I liked your body, would you hold it against me?
S: If I had to choose between you and a Chevy, I'd ride you any day.
G: Are you from outer space? Because your ass is out of this world.
S: I'm allergic to your clothes. I'm going to have to ask you to remove them.
G: You have such a beautiful smile. It'd be better if that was all you were wearing.
S: Let's convert our potential energy to kinetic energy.
G: You fucking sexy nerd.
G: What are you doing tonight? Besides me, of course.
S: That's not a pick-up line. That's a command.
G: Are you forfeiting?
S: Hell no.
S: You might say I'm a samurai, because I'm a master of the sword.
G: If you were aspirin, I would take you every four to six hours.
S: Was that an earthquake, or did you just rock my world?
G: Do you have a mirror in your pocket? Because I can definitely see myself in your pants.
S: I'll marry you tomorrow, but let's honeymoon tonight.
S: What?! Your pick-up li
The 12 Days of Dungeons and DragonsOn the 1st day of DND my DM gave to me, an elf monk with some good chi.The 12 Days of Dungeons and Dragons3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
On the second day of DND my DM gave to me, 2 dragon turtles and an elf monk with some good chi.
On the 3rd day of DND my DM gave to me, 3 ruby gems, 2 dragon turtles and an elf monk with some good chi.
On the 4th day of DND my DM gave to me, 4 bags of holding, 3 ruby gems, 2 dragon turtles and an elf monk with some good chi.
On the 5th day of DND my DM gave to me, 5 BE-HOLD-ERSSSS, 4 bags of holding, 3 ruby gems, 2 dragon turtles and an elf monk with some good chi.
On the 6th day of DND my DM gave to me, 6 gnomes a-singing, 5 BE-HOLD-ERSSSS, 4 bags of holding, 3 ruby gems, 2 dragon turtles and an elf monk with some good chi.
On the 7th day of DND my DM gave to me, 7 shocking lizards, 6 gnomes a-singing, 5 BE-HOLD-ERSSS, 4 bags of holding, 3 ruby gems, 2 dragon turtles and an elf monk with some good chi.
On the 8th day of DND my DM gave to me, 8 medusa heads, 7 shocking lizards, 6 gnomes a-singing, 5 BE-
Llamas with Hats Human AdaptedLlamas with Hats Human Adapted4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Carl, there's a dead human in our house!"
My best friend-and roommate-Carl, was in the kitchen, doing the dishes, which was odd, because Carl never did the chores.
He shuffled over and poked the dead body with his foot. "Oh...hey...how did he get here?" Blood was pooling on the floor, from multiple stab wounds in the dead man's chest.
His lying tone was obvious. I stared at him, alarmed. "Carl, what did you DO?!"
He waved a hand nonchalantly. "Me? I didn't do this."
"Explain what happened, Carl!" I said angrily. These kinds of things seemed to happen whenever I went out...
"I've never seen him before in my life!" Carl protested.
"Why did you kill this person, Carl?!"
"I do not kill people. That is..." he couldn't help glancing back towards the kitchen. "That is my LEAST favorite thing to do."
I sighed. "Carl, tell me exactly what you were doing before I got home."
He frowned and shifted
Malkav's Mirror13 Possible Reasons Why Malkav's Mirror is CrackedMalkav's Mirror11 years ago in Humor More Like This
13. Brujah got sick of listening to Malkav talk about what a pretty mirror he had and decided to beat him over the head with it. Though, in his rage, he didn't notice it is was Toradore looking into it at the time.
12. Gangrel got pissed when he saw the duck bill he acquired after his last frenzy.
11. Assamite discovered that he could not diablerise himself.
10. Tremere learned the hard way that a house hold hand mirror cannot deflect Path of Levinbolt, no matter how many times it works in the cartoons.
9. Set realized that he could get far more profit from selling off a lot of little mirrors rather than one big one.
8. A reanimated corpse knocked it off the table while running like a bat out from hell from Giovanni's bedroom.
7. Not even Black Metamorphisis helped Lasombra see her reflection and so she broke the mirror in frustration with her hairbrush.
6. Toreador was so entranced by her own reflection that she didn't notice B
The Outsider on The Abbey of the Everyman You know the overseers do have a reason for their irrational disdain and fear of anything with an allusion to me. Even if they themselves have long forgotten what that reason is. Their very existence and the foundation of the Abbey would not be, if it were not for the reason they have forgot. Many refute my existence, and the power of the runes, charms, and symbols. Yet, anyone who has held them can feel the void, and its power being channeled through these conduits. You yourself know this. If they really believed these things were unsubstantiated superstition, then why do they persecute the people who carry the charms? The abbey is older than Dunwall. When a large group converges they by nature descend on the few with unachievable abilities. When there were no more witches to burn, the church has kept all beneath from rising above it. Now they sway the affluent and control the masses.The Outsider on The Abbey of the Everyman3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They may have forgotten the reason, but they remember
Besame -Kiss meBesame -Kiss me4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
*I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist. Is property of Hiromu Arakawa, Square Enix, Funimation, and Aniplex
She grabbed his hand desperate. She only wanted to delay him a little bit more. He turned to see her surprised. Before he could even say something she kissed hi
I Am A WriterI am a deadly murdererI Am A Writer5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a crazy psychopath
I am a gentle ruler
I am a war-driven tyrant
I am a secretive assassin
I am a jealous lover
I am a tortured soul
I am a ruthless god
I am manipulative
I am all-mighty
I am powerful
I am omnipotent
I am murderous
I am loving
I make sweet dreams
I make terrifying nightmares
I make tender moments
I make anguished deaths
I am the one
I am their god
I am a writer.
NosotrosPara que no me olvides, preciosa, toco tu mirada con el roce de mis letrasNosotros4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
para que me encuentres, para que me busques
para que busques una excusa y la encuentres. Y vuelvas a saber de mi, y hagamos algo con nosotros.
Y pretender que nunca nos fuimos, que después de todo sigue habiendo un nosotros.
te escribo con una sopa de letras que expresa lo que siento por ti, lo que aún tenemos...
aunque tarde horas devanándome el cerebero buscando las letras que formen el "hola" perfecto.
Pero no. Al final terminas buscando un amable pero determinante adiós a nuestra conversación.
Y vuelvo a quedarme solo, maldita, buscando como arrancar mis letras de tu mirada.
deshacertedeshacerte10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
deshacerte con los labios, como en esa noche tibia y callada
como tu piel, desgarrada
desnudarte con la mirada, apuñalarte con mi risa
besarte hasta succionar toda tu sangre
embustero tu corazon que me robo el aliento
una mirada, una sonrisa bastaran, para renacer en ti
esos abrazos despues, me hacen valer mil lagrimas
asi que matame lentamente
RedressIn this nightmare, fear may sayRedress11 years ago in Typographical More Like This
These words I never meant to learn.
Shredding dreams along the way;
Reiterate upon return.
Leather darts awake the night,
To contradict this forty-two.
Crowns of oil awaiting light,
To count the white sheep left to chew.
Taught by whispering to a rose:
Burdening it with silver chains.
To free it now, this gate must close;
And separate evolving pains.
Picture YourselfThe ocean breeze caressed my cheek gently, and I sighed softly, letting my hair down. The long mess of red fell to my back, and I slightly shook my head, the strands came loose from behind my ears. I stood there for a moment, closing my eyes and taking everything in one sensation at a time. My bare feet flexed and relaxed as the sand around them molded its every shape. Next I heard the faint lapping of the water on the shore, repetitive, but also reassuring at the same time. I took another breath; the moist salt-like smell was refreshing, as was the salty taste in my mouth. I felt relaxed for once; the paranoia of ambush had seemed to fade away as I became consumed by the delicate, peaceful atmosphere.Picture Yourself5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Eyes still closed, I slowly began to walk forward. The gentle lapping became louder as I neared the shore. Gasping softly, I felt the transition from the hot, dry sand to the cool, damp sand. The water gently brushed by my feet, I continued; feeling the cool water rise from my ankles, up